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Jackson hadn't rejected the idea outright. Willa Fern was a goodlooking
woman, at least in the framed photo Warren had kept on his
desk, and she was neither too old nor too young - mid- thirties -
and Jackson had entertained a Pygmalion fantasy in which he
played Rex Harrison to her Julie Andrews, or perhaps her Audrey
Hepburn.

He heard a sound under the deck. The groundhog. He'd been so
quiet for such a long time in his musings that the groundhog must
have thought it was safe to go down to the stream. The dog started
barking, but instead of going back down in his hole the groundhog
made a break for it.

He had a second hole, of course, in the front of the house by the
woodpile. Jackson kept filling both holes with a mixture of dirt
and clay, only to find them opened up the next time he looked.
The groundhog was scuttling down to the stream. He was halfway
down the slope by the time Jackson had him in his sights. Jackson
closed one eye, sited on the groundhog, which was turning to look
at him. He pulled the trigger, the gun fired, the groundhog scuttled
down to the stream.

He took shells out of the .22 and put them back in the box on the
table. He put the gun back in its case. He made another small pot of
espresso in one of Claude's many espresso pots, a French pot with a
spout on it. This one had a little shelf. You put your cup on the little
shelf and the coffee came out of the spout and into the cup. If you
forgot to put a cup on the shelf, as he sometimes did, the coffee
spilled all over the stove and ran down into the burners.

He drove into town. The dog, Maya, riding shotgun.

He stopped at Farm King on the way into town and bought a
Have- a-Heart trap. The clerk, who recognized Jackson and called him
"professor," suggested pouring antifreeze down the groundhog
holes.

"What about the dog?"

"You want to keep the dog away from there for a few days."

"Any other ideas?"

"Get yourself a hose and pour ammonia down the hole. Wait a
couple of minutes," she said, "to let the ammonia settle. Then you add
a bottle of bleach and get the hell out of there. You don't want to breath
that stuff. You know, a lot of house wives get sick that way, mixing ammonia
and bleach. They think..."

Jackson paid for the Have- a-Heart trap.

"You put some canned peaches in there, you'll get something."

"Thanks."

He put the trap in the back of the truck and stayed on the highway
instead of turning on Farm King Road to avoid the smell from
the meat processing plant when the wind was from the north; past
the prison, then east on Broadway to the Circle at the center of town.
It was the most attractive way to approach the town, Colesville,
named after Edward Coles, an abolitionist governor who eventually
got disgusted with Illinois politics and went back to Philadelphia.
Broadway, once you got past Lindon Road, was lined with big houses
and big trees, oaks and maples and an occasional elm that had
survived the blight. The houses were eccentric, but lovely in new
coats of paint. Like the houses in San Francisco, except they weren't
all jammed together.

At Cornucopia on East Main Street he bought gorgonzola instead
of one of the more expensive French blue cheeses, fresh
pasta, French bread. He'd spent a year in France with his parents,
when he was twelve, and then he'd gone back on his own for a year
of doing nothing in Paris. After a week at the international youth
hostel on the rue Trousseau, he and a French girl from Toulouse
who was looking for a roommate moved into a little apartment on
the rue Stanislas, across from a tanning salon (Centre de Bronzage).
They shopped every day at a fruiterie on the boulevard du
Montparnasse and at the same charcuterie that his mother had patronized across from the Métro station. He still shopped every day, at the Hy-Vee in Colesville, and at Cornucopia. It was a way of getting out, giving a shape to the day, being around people, seeing what looked good. He hadn't had much appetite for a while, but it was coming back, and he was able to drink a little beer or wine now without any ill effects.

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